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Who Can Resist Nakano Nino? [196]
🕑 Added 2025-11-03 13:24:56 +0000 UTCKasumigaoka Utaha was in a peculiar mood.
Or rather, strange might’ve been the better word.
She’d only come to school today because she’d forgotten her notebook—just a quick weekend trip to grab it. Yet somehow, she’d ended up being secretly filmed by a boy from her own grade, then “rescued” by another boy who’d appeared out of nowhere declaring, “Your actions are illegal.”
At first, she’d genuinely felt grateful. Even a little impressed.
But then came the line that completely derailed everything: “I hate women the most.”
What was that supposed to mean?
Did he hate her specifically? That couldn’t be—she’d never even met him before.
Utaha blinked, thinking it over. Then, as if struck by sudden insight, a bold yet strangely logical idea took root in her mind.
That extremely handsome boy… could it be he liked boys instead?
...
—Meanwhile, Shirase had absolutely no idea what nonsense was brewing in her head.
Right now, he was too busy lamenting how this damn system somehow managed to misinterpret everything he said on a corporate level. No matter what he ordered, the execution was always off in some spectacular way.
As the system turned back down the stairs, Shirase caught sight of Utaha’s peculiar expression behind him.
That look… it felt oddly familiar. He’d definitely seen it somewhere before—probably in some rom-com or soap opera.
[Host, how was the System’s performance?]
This idiotic system even had the nerve to ask for feedback?
What did it want—a performance bonus?
Shirase ignored it.
Whatever Kasumigaoka Utaha thought of him didn’t matter. Their paths weren’t likely to cross again anyway.
Back at the soccer field, the club members had moved on to another round of shuttle runs. Shirase carefully studied each player’s face, committing them to memory.
[Host, are you observing them because they’re powerful opponents?]
The system, unusually chatty today, seemed bored. Normally, it would’ve activated some heroic “auto-intervention” by now.
“Whether they’re strong or not, who knows,” Shirase replied. “But from their clean uniforms and earnest gazes, I can sense their sincerity.”
[The System detects no correlation between eye contact and sincerity.]
Shirase ignored that too, focusing on memorization.
Nearby voices drifted over from the field.
“Come on, guys! Next week’s match is against Aoyama Academy! They’ve got the Aoyama Tiger—Shirase—and the Golden Flash—Hayama Hayato! We have to give it everything we’ve got!”
“Yes, sir!”
Shirase blinked, utterly dumbfounded.
Aoyama Tiger?
And Golden Flash?
What was this, a shōnen crossover? Was Minato Namikaze out there playing forward now?
“Don’t worry, captain, we’ll go all out this time! The judo club’s captain—the guy they call ‘Black Bear’—was bragging again that they’ll outperform us this year. We can’t lose to them!”
“Yeah! Judo might be strong, but we won’t lose either!”
Utter nonsense!
Everyone knew karate was the strongest martial art in the world!
Did these delusional fools have no respect for the legendary Dansui-ryu master?
If he’d had control over his own body, Shirase would’ve marched straight onto that field shouting, “I love karate!”
After memorizing everyone’s faces, he ordered the system to leave.
But the moment it climbed back over the wall, a calm, feminine voice called out:
“I thought you didn’t look like a Toyogasaki student. Turns out I was right—you really did climb over the wall.”
Both Shirase and the system froze.
Kasumigaoka Utaha stood a short distance away, black handbag in hand, composed as ever.
“So she was waiting to ambush us, huh?” Shirase muttered.
From her position behind the field, she must’ve seen him earlier and simply waited for him to reappear.
[Ambush? Host, does that mean combat?]
The system’s tone sounded disturbingly eager.
“Don’t even think about it! And no, I didn’t mean a fight,” Shirase warned quickly.
He knew all too well that this defective system didn’t recognize gender-based mercy.
In its eyes, humanity was neatly divided into two categories: those it couldn’t fight—and those it could ruthlessly destroy.
[System regrets being unable to fight.]
“Regret all you want. We’re not fighting anyone.”
After a moment of silence, Utaha spoke again. “What, nothing to say? Feeling guilty because I caught you climbing the wall? Or maybe you’re busy coming up with an excuse to lie to me… Shirase-san?”
“Oh? She actually knows me?” Shirase murmured in surprise.
[So she’s your sworn enemy? Permission to engage?]
“No. She probably saw those short clips of me online.”
[Understood. That means she’s secretly been stalking the Host through unknown means. Dangerous woman detected.]
“What are you even talking about? Just make up an excuse and go.”
Following orders, the system stared coldly at the smirking, elegant girl before replying in an icy tone.
“What I, Shirase, choose to do is none of your concern.”
“Hey, hey,” Shirase muttered internally, exasperated. “What kind of wuxia protagonist are you trying to be?”
Utaha, however, just smiled wider, eyes glittering. “Looks like that idiot Eriri wasn’t lying after all. You really are a strange guy.”
Eriri? So she knew him through Sawamura Eriri?
“Don’t worry,” Utaha said lightly. “Your secret’s safe with me. Consider it repayment for earlier.”
Secret?
What secret? What was she even talking about?
[Detected Host’s confusion.]
The system immediately asked, “What exactly do you know?”
Utaha crossed her arms beneath her chest and lifted her chin, amusement dancing on her lips.
“We’ve never met before, right?”
System nodded.
“Then there’s no reason for you to treat me coldly… unless there’s something else.”
“I’m cold toward all women,” the system replied flatly.
“Oh?”
Utaha’s gaze sharpened—and Shirase suddenly realized where this was going.
“You really hate women?” she asked softly.
“No!” Shirase shouted internally.
“Yes,” said the system.
Utaha’s eyes gleamed with smug satisfaction. “I see now.”
[Host, she’s uncovered your secret. Shall the System silence her?]
“Silence her?! What’s next, disposing of the body?”
[If the Host desires, the System can perform that as well.]
“Are you sure you’re a hosting system and not an assassination system?”
[Please remember: the System exists solely to solve Host’s problems. Anytime, anywhere.]
“…Impressive,” Shirase muttered dryly.
Utaha, meanwhile, looked thoroughly pleased with herself, as though her “discovery” had been proven correct.
Shirase, on the other hand, was far from amused.
Being mistaken for a guy who liked guys? Unacceptable.
He wasn’t even wearing a mask today! How had she managed to reach that conclusion from one line?!
[Detected Host’s strong dissatisfaction.]
[System is contemplating…]
“Don’t you dare—just go home!” Shirase snapped, but it was too late.
[System has decided to avenge Host.]
“Wait—what?!”
Utaha had already turned to leave when the system suddenly called out, “Wait.”
She turned back, eyebrows raised. “What now? If you’re worried I’ll gossip about your secret, don’t be. I’m not that type. Though Eriri was right—you really are weird.”
The system ignored her tone completely, tilting its head toward the blazing sun.
“The sunlight today is scorching,” it said solemnly.
Utaha blinked. “…And?”
Then the system pointed straight at her legs—long, perfect, encased in sheer black stockings.
“Wearing stockings on a day this hot will make your feet smell.”
“…”
Kasumigaoka Utaha’s face darkened immediately, the temperature around her plummeting several degrees.
No matter who she was, being told by a boy that her feet stank was something no girl could ever tolerate.
But before Kasumigaoka Utaha could explode in rage, the system had already turned tail and bolted—at full speed.
And damn, did it run fast.
Left alone in the hallway, Utaha stood frozen, too stunned to even speak.
...
[Host, please don’t be angry. The System has successfully irritated her on your behalf.]
On the way home, the System reported its “accomplishment” with pride.
Shirase’s expression darkened. “Do you have any idea how insulting it is to tell a girl her feet stink?”
[The System is aware. That’s precisely why the System chose that method.]
[Since Host forbade violence, the System replaced physical attacks with verbal ones.]
[The System exists solely to resolve the Host’s troubles and ensure a carefree life.]
Shirase was speechless.
What could he even say to that? Logic didn’t work on this thing.
Afterward, the damned system wandered the streets a while longer—catching a pickpocket, knocking out two delinquents harassing high school students, and even stopping by a police station to file a report.
By the time Shirase regained control at home, his stats had increased again, boosting his physical strength once more.
[Detected: Host has not yet evaluated the current hosting experience. Please complete promptly.]
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll leave a positive review,” Shirase said casually.
Then immediately gave a negative one.
The triple EXP card appeared in his hand.
The system went silent.
Shirase sighed, opening the [Wheel-of-Fortune Lottery] to see what new nonsense awaited him this time—but before he could spin, his phone buzzed.
A message from Nakano Nino.
No text. Just two photos.
One deep crimson swimsuit. The other, rose pink.
Neither was overly revealing, but Shirase instantly understood the meaning behind them.
He quickly typed a reply:
[They both look great. Can you wear them for me privately sometime?]
Nino didn’t respond.
Shirase didn’t mind. He turned back to the [Wheel-of-Fortune Lottery]—and froze.
“You shitty system, are you messing with me on purpose?”
Among the four prize options, one stood out immediately.
Even after all this time, it still managed to catch him off guard:
[Nakano Nino’s Swimsuit]
“I just got swimsuit photos from Nino, and you toss this up as a prize? You seriously doing revenge roulette because of my negative review?”
Shirase was certain the damned thing was being petty.
Still, if the prize involved Nino, that simplified things considerably.
Without hesitation, he spun.
The wheel spun fast—then stopped exactly where he expected.
[System is delivering your prize.]
With that notification, the system seized control again, sprinting out of the house and heading straight for the Nakano residence.
Throughout the run, Shirase’s emotions remained oddly calm.
Yotsuba opened the door, beaming brightly.
“Wow, Shirase-san, perfect timing! We just got back from swimsuit shopping!”
“Is that Shirase?” Ichika called from the living room.
“Yep!” Yotsuba replied cheerfully, helping him change shoes. Her cheeks glowed pink as she leaned in, whispering excitedly, “Did you hear what kind of swimsuit Nino bought? Ichika was teasing her, saying she should get something bold for you to see in private. Nino kept refusing—but when we checked out, she secretly bought one anyway.”
Even with the system in control, Shirase’s heart skipped a beat.
So there was a third swimsuit?
That meant he was in for a surprise—an exceptional one.
Inside the living room, Ichika sat on the sofa, still flushed from their shopping trip. She looked up at him with a teasing smile.
“Wanna see the swimsuit Nino secretly bought?”
The system didn’t answer. It simply turned and walked straight toward Nino’s room.
Ichika blinked, then chuckled softly, a faint note of melancholy slipping into her voice.
“Ah… silly me. Guess I don’t need to remind you about that kind of thing.”
Yotsuba, as cheerful as ever, followed behind him all the way to Nino’s door.
Shirase knocked.
Moments later, Nino appeared—slim, poised, and utterly unprepared for this visit.
“What are you doing here?”
Her eyes widened in surprise, then flicked toward Yotsuba’s excited grin behind Shirase. Her face immediately reddened as she sputtered, “Yotsuba! You told him about the swimsuit, didn’t you?! I told you not to say anything!”
“But everyone saw it! Why keep it a secret?” Yotsuba replied innocently.
Nino’s voice faltered. Her eyes darted shyly toward Shirase, her tone softening into embarrassed muttering.
“I’m telling you now—I only bought it to look at. I’m absolutely never gonna wear it!”
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T/N: OUCHHHHHH
This is a fan translation of 谁能拒绝中野二乃呢？by 六花吖六花. Rights to the original work belong to the creator. Please support them by exploring their original work or sharing it with others if you can. Thank you for reading and supporting my efforts to bring this story to a wider audience!
